Clover's Friend Cowen

A few days ago we started out the morning a little rough. Everyone was grumpy and Cowen was in full-on 13 year-old-boy mode. Then, at the table, Clover (who sits by him), turned to him, smiled, and said, "Cowen is my friend because he isn't rude." It came out of nowhere. We all smiled, and Cowen tried not to smile, but all the tension and aggression he had been exhibiting was gone. Clover calls Cowen, "Friend Cowen," all the time and he dotes on her like crazy. She truly is our lucky number seven--a ray of sunshine in our home.